When you say the word "lesbian", a picture comes to mind and for most people it is quite different. Apparently there are a ton of different adjectives to describe us - dyke, lipstick lesbian, butch, femme... It is amazing we seem to have various cultures with our culture...
The discussion of flannel came up on RSG's blog and it got me to thinking... People associate flannel with a lesbian. Now I don't wear flannel - but I love our flannel sheets in the winter time. I've never known anyone to have a mullet either. But then again - I am quite sheltered and I don't know too many other lesbians. We have one other lesbian couple that we do things with and one night we ranked each other in who looks the most lesbian... Out of the 4 people, I came in second. I wonder if folks in the straight world who now speculate that I am gay, sit back and say "ahhh ha - I knew it..." or is more like, "that suprises me...". I am not gonna get a mullet and wear flannel just to let them know. I like a little element of mystery...
Luckily, last night our dogs slept through the night. Saturday night, one of them had the squirts all over the bedroom floor. Luckily for me I had gone in to lay down with D3 and I must have dozed off because I didn't hear the steam cleaner going at full speed. Then Sunday in the middle of the night, I thought I heard rain, looked out the window - clear - and realized the other one was peeing. He started on my side of the bed, made a nice swirl pattern to get to the door (when I yelled at him to quit) and then just couldn't hold the rest of it in... That steam cleaner sure got a work out. Nothing like a good squirt and pee party at 3 in the morning... TBW (The Beautiful Wife) got the short end of the stick on that one. I think if I would have had her shift - there would have been more to clean up... Just sayin...
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